User blog comment:Brigadier Barty/Tavern of the Rusted Claw/@comment-26024035-20160423181424/@comment-1298206-20160425050719

''Raggs' whiskers twitched as he flashed his sharp, yellowed fangs at the prospect of finally meeting this Fizalra he's heard so much about. There was going to be bloodshed between the crews. Lots of it. The fur on the back of his neck stood on end.''